Last sample for ex 3, and project 2 and thus part 2.
Developed and concentrated in symbolism and meaning.
Updated with words 10.4.16
So, here we are, one year old on wordpress which indicates one year old with OCA!
I started writing the most wounding of insults that won’t leave me on a scrap of paper in pencil, winding their way out from a centre point. This words still hurt no matter how much I try and dismiss them. This made me think of grit and pearls. Without the grit the oyster would have no need to make pearls. the pearl is not the oyster, neither is the grit. It is in trying to smooth the hurt from the grit, the irritation, layer after layer, that the pearl is formed. Here the oyster is wrapping the irritation and thus transforming it into something of value and wonder. What if I were to do this to the insults?
I scrunched them up into a ball, found two oyster shells (not a pair – don’t know whether this makes any difference, but I’m sure given a moment I could read something into this). The first layer of smoothing was some alpaca fleece. This was left over from a project that I devised shortly after I became a single parent. It represents the first night I spent away from my children, the first night we were safe enough for us to be separate. I can tell you I didn’t sleep well, but it was a step that had to be taken – also alpaca fleece contains no known allergens and is lofty and warm and just feels divine. I think this was suri alpaca if my memory serves me correctly.
The next layer was tulle to veil the irritation, the insults then a bandage to start the healing process. This whole nugget was wrapped in some gorgeous thread Sheena had sent me – wrapped in the kindness of others. I am learning this.
I then started to tear up some small tiles of paper and glued them in strings intending to wrap the whole in covering recalling how houses are topped with tiles to keep the weather out and the warmth in. (In the picture below you can see another sample drying – the orange grassed egg!)
Next steps were to enclose the Joan Didion quote and shell package in a layer of stretch lace trimming. I liked the contrast of the lace filled edge with the frilled edge of the oyster shell layers. I let the ends of the thread stick out – somewhat like antenna or antlers – calling to mind earlier research and the work of Margarita Sampson, and to whom I must thank and praise Inger for finding and sharing with me. I was particularly referencing her work ‘The Grove’ with its tiling, sanctuary and Steiner-esque psychic antlers.
The last layer was crocheted. A little net bag out of pure silk. Net wraps and catches us – but sometimes we need to be caught before we fall. Silk is antibacterial, anti-fungal and healing. It is also stronger than steel. furthermore, silk would have originally cocooned a silkworm so that is could undergo metamorphosis. Imagine if the silk net could do this to the hurtful words at the heart of this. The letters would grow wings and fly away, or the whole would be transformed into something beautiful.
Imagine hard enough and I believe it to be true.